“The possibility Lu Yun mentioned does not exist; we don’t need to consider it when looking for a way out,” Liang Yingwu’s deep voice broke the silence.
“Why?” Not just me, many asked Liang Yingwu together.
Liang Yingwu didn’t answer, lost in thought in the darkness. Suddenly, Lu Yun laughed, her profile illuminated by the weakening flashlight beam. I hadn’t seen someone smile in a long time, and seeing Lu Yun’s smile sent a strange shiver through me. In a slightly altered voice, she said, “Because if it’s as I said, none of us would get out alive!”
Her words sent a shock through me; she was right. If we couldn’t control ourselves, how could we even talk about escaping the cave? Liang Yingwu seemed to nod, though I couldn’t see clearly in the darkness, and he still didn’t speak. This was the most unstable moment for the students since we got trapped. Lu Yun’s tone had already started to worry me, and how these students, not known for their strong nerves, would react in this life-and-death situation, especially not knowing about the cannibalistic horrors that had occurred here, was unpredictable.
With the faint light from the flashlight, I glanced around. Jiang Wei seemed to be clutching his hair tightly, while Zhu Zili had buried his head between his knees, squatting in a ball. Bian Xiaogui and Fei Qing were huddled together, trembling. Yet, at this crucial moment, Liang Yingwu remained silent, contrary to his usual approach.
“What are you thinking? Say something to boost morale, so we can keep thinking of ways out,” I whispered to Liang Yingwu.
